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So, after the drunken debauchery of last night, I arose early and showered and watched Sicko and faffed etc, then walked to Putney and pottered round the shops (I bought some charity shop books - shhh, don't tell Katie!) and waited fifty hours for a 337 and now I'm home and extremely tired. I think I may have a little sleepy. Helen, darling, I know I said I was coming early, but it probably won't be very early at all now.

Also: let's all take a tiny moment to cheer my lack of hangover. Go me.